Pressure surfacing
re(lapse)lease breaking the skin,
early memories flooding into
tonight's supposedly simple situations,
eyes reaching for the black.
new mornings spent questioning new
temptations,
islands of comfort spread
over the table.
Under false bottoms we hit rocks,
sip a little solace, just to glance in the mirror again.
Balance, falling
off center yet
under control,
no longer concerned with,
tomorrow, today, tonight,
yesterday's simply fall away.
Within these sparks
i give my self to nothing,
longing another
touching nothing, painless,
sliding into this numb embrace
Jan 21, 2016
Jan 21, 2016 at 10:38 AM UTC
Pressure surfacing
re(lapse)lease breaking the skin,
early memories flooding into
tonight's supposedly simple situations,
eyes reaching for the black.
new mornings spent questioning new
temptations,
islands of comfort spread
over the table.
Under false bottoms we hit rocks,
sip a little solace, just to glance in the mirror again.
Balance, falling
off center yet
under control,
no longer concerned with,
tomorrow, today, tonight,
yesterday's simply fall away.
Within these sparks
i give my self to nothing,
longing another
touching nothing, painless,
sliding into this numb embrace
Day 2 (day late) is an acrostic, the phrase given to me by a foreign beauty unsure of their purpose. I still believe they worked well enough together.
